Letter to her.

Hey up there.

Are you watching? 

Do you approve? 

Do you like me?

Questions like this and many more run through my head.

He does not know this.

Nor that when I touch this necklace I am talking to you.

I don't understand myself why I do.

I think we would have gotten along.

What I hear of you I like.

A sweet woman.

Kind, selfless heart.

I wish you were here.

He does too.

We all do.

I see the love he had for you in his eyes all the time.

Your name comes up and he can't stop smiling.

He misses you.

He thinks the world of you.

I know you made him who he is.

I am thankful for that.

You made him an amazing man.

I hope I get to meet you one day.

Until then I will continue to look to you for guidence.

I hope you will be there for me when I need to talk to you.

Lead me on the right path in my life.

I hope I can be half the woman you were.

What is love?

Love is a slow kiss goodnight

It is anticipation.

Love is an imperfection in yourself not bothering you.

It is acceptance.

Love is passing up an opportunity because the time isn't right yet.

It is patience.

Love is a back massage that starts above the hairline and ends around the innersoles.

It is exploration.

Love is not having to say, "Let's make love", because you know what the other person wants.

It is understanding.

Love is being given an honest chance to say no when you thought you were committed.

It is consideration.

Love is saying the perfect phrase to make a solemn embrace dissolve into giggles.

It is humor.

Love is being told, "Stop and I'll kill you".

It is desire.

Love is reviewing the damage to your living room and realizing personal effects are strewn in a clockwise pattern from the front door to the bedroom.

It is abandonment.

Love is seeing what your lover really looks like for the first time.

It is truth.

Love is knowing what time it is and not caring.

It is joy.

Love is the arms around you tightening their embrace.

It is ecstasy.

Love is telling a person, if you have to leave, you will let them sleep, and being told they would rather be awakened.

It is tenderness.

Love is waking up to find the subject of the dream you were having asleep on your shoulder.

It is where fantasy meets reality.

Love is being there to wake your lover........slowly.

It is sensuousness.

Love is belatedly knowing why you bought a king size bed three years ago.

It is practicality.

Love is two people only taking up a third of a king size bed.

It is closeness.

Love is knowing you gave the extra set of keys to the right person.

It is trust.

Love is saying goodbye and knowing you will be back by mutual consent.

It is faith.

Love is stretching your arms and discovering the real meaning of the word "sore".

It is a lesson in human fragility.

Love is opening your medicine cabinet and finding your toothpaste turned into a pretzel.

It is adaptation.

Love is sitting at the window, looking out, and remembering who you were with the night before.

It is reflection.

Love is hearing the weather forecast for a winter storm, and wishing you could spend it in bed with your lover.

It is loneliness.

Love is stories that will never be told.

It is personal.

My Heart...

A new beginning, refreshing.
Something I have needed for a very long time.
It's strange to be doing something just for me.
I was lost at first. New to the entire ordeal.
Afraid a mistake had been made.
How could something be right if I was hurting others?
Why should I be happy if they are not?
Then I looked in the mirror and saw a shine in my eyes.
A shine that had been absent for a long time.
I looked into his eyes and saw happiness as well.
I now know this is right.
He found me when I was lost.
He is leading me on the path to my happiness.
A path to something I had forgotten.
He is showing me my heart again.

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Simplicity

Times today are hard.
We have lost the simplicity of things.
 The beauty of wind on our faces.
The pure joy in a baby's giggle.
The magic of a sunrise.
All we see is the bad and the difficult.
If something is easy, we take it and spread it around until it's all tangled up.
Somehow we have gotten to the point where we like to put people in distress.
Selfishness is very wide spread nowadays.
Where have we gone wrong?
We used to house strangers and feed the hungry.
Now we pass them without a second glance.
Not me!
I will smile in the wind,
Smell a simple flower,
Help a person in need,
Whether I know them or not.
I will stand out against the crowd.
My life will not be destroyed with selfishness.
I will always simply want to help my fellow man.

Torture

I yell and scream commanding the torture to end. Yet nothing changes, everything revolves around him. My heart, mind, body, and soul. I wish for my heart to calm when he's around but still it gets faster and faster. I ignore the wanting of my arms to wrap around him. I keep my hands in my pockets so I don't reach out to grab his hand. I hum in my head to keep the many thoughts of him at bay. I keep my eyes away from his knowing if he wanted to he could see my soul. I keep my mouth shut as often as I can so the once spoken words don't resurface. I make sure I don't stand to close to him for I'm positive I would try to close the distance with a kiss. At night I will the tears away, but still they flow. I wake up at night from the dreams that haunt me. Nothing I do can seperate this bond, it makes me who I am. I can't imagine a day this pain will be gone. I've come to expect it so it has become a companion. I will always love him and go through this hell so I can be near him. I will always do anything for him.

Because of you

Another tear falls                                               

Its nothing new

Lately Im always crying

I cant sleep

Another night I lie awake

I hardly sleep lately

Our song comes on

I quickly change it

Only pain comes when I hear it

I lay down in my bed

A million memories rush at me

All of you

Tears just flow down my face

I let them come

It feels better to let them out

I see you and simply smile

A knot forms in my stomach

Ill feel the price of it later

All this because of you

You dont even know

You wouldnt care either